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When the recital was ended, Bridoul spoke in his turn. "I am willing to swear that the captain is not in Paris. If he were, he, like all the rest of the nobles, would have been in great danger; and in peril, he would certainly have thought of his old soldier, Bridoul, for he knows he can rely upon my devotion." "Ah! you have not changed!" cried Coursegol, pressing his friend's hand.
The eyes of Coursegol were accustomed to this spectacle, so he walked coolly through the galleries heedless of the tumult around him and paused only when he met a group of acquaintances who were discussing the news of the day. Suddenly some one tapped him on the shoulder. He turned. "Is that you, Citizen Vauquelas?" "I wish to speak to you, Coursegol."
His thoughts were constantly occupied with Dolores; he said to himself that since the convents had been broken up, she must be free if she were still alive; and he would not believe that she was dead. He was certain that she was still alive, that Coursegol had remained with her to protect her, and that the day of their meeting was near at hand.
Coursegol began to stammer out his thanks, but, without heeding them, the duke came still nearer and said, in a low voice: "Does Mademoiselle de Chamondrin require aid of any sort?" "No, monseigneur," replied Coursegol. "Do not forget that I am ready to come to her assistance whenever it is necessary; and assure her of my sincere sympathy."
"I am so happy to see you all again that I am not sensible of the slightest fatigue," replied Philip, "and I have so many things to tell and to ask Dolores that I am not at all sleepy." "Ah, well, my dear children, talk at your ease. As for me, I will retire." And the Marquis, after tenderly embracing them, quitted the room, followed by Coursegol. Philip and Dolores were left alone together.
She told him of the conflicts through which she had passed and the suffering they had caused her. She acknowledged the ardent love that had given her courage and strength to sacrifice her own happiness; and she wept before the friend of her childhood as unrestrainedly as she would have wept before her own father. "I have been expecting this," said Coursegol, sadly.
You trembled for your life, for your money. Woe be unto you!" And Coursegol accompanied those words with a gesture so menacing that Vauquelas, believing his last hour had come, fell on his knees begging for mercy. But Coursegol seemed pitiless. "Poor children! that death should overtake them just as Providence had united them. Wretch! fool! you were less merciful than destiny." "Have pity!"
But that same evening after supper, as Dolores was about retiring to her chamber, Cornelia, who was sitting with her guest in the room in the rear of the shop, while Bridoul and Coursegol were closing the saloon, said to her: "This morning you were regretting that you could not attend church.
And taking Dolores' arm in his, he followed the soldier who was to conduct them to the municipal authorities. There, they underwent a fresh examination, and Coursegol responded as before.
Henceforth she shall be my daughter." "She is my daughter as well," replied Coursegol, "but you may take her, sir. Though I relinquish her to you, I do not lose her since I shall live near her, and we can both love her."
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